Do I have to? Or do I want to?

I have always been curious about other men’s penises. Not just any; large penises. Could never bring myself to do anything about it though. For one thing I

love pussy, and women for that matter. For another I was a typical straight male. Made fun of gays in front of my friends. We all did I guess. I know, not

very mature. “Faggot” was one of my put-down words to call my friends when I was implying he was weak or unmanly. These first 27 years of my life were lived

as a dominantly heterosexual male. But still, when I was alone, I thought a little too often about what it must be like to touch another man’s long, thick

cock. Maybe put one in my mouth and see what that was about. I shrugged it off as normal curiosity but would never act on it or put myself in a position to

act on it. Hmmmmmmm, maybe, if I HAD to blow another guy….not a realistic situation. Forget it, it’ll never happen.

I got into a huge fight with my girlfriend. She hid my keys on me but I left anyway. I walked about 3 quarters of a mile away and found myself at a titty

bar. I was there for a while until this trucker came in, sat next to me, and we talked for hours, drank, and both spent a lot of money. The conversation of

penis size came up. I was very honest. “6 and half. Decently thick”. He told me something I didn’t believe. “I’m 8.75 inches and about 5.5” around. I can’t

get my fingers around it. Like a damn baseball bat”. That led to this exchange:

“Yeah, right” I said. “Every guy I know SAYS they’re 8 inches. Your probably close to my size.” He was 6’4″ tall and about 265lbs of muscle. So I guess it

was probably true.

Then I looked at his bulge. There was a Large lump there but you can’t always tell but I could swear I made out the shape of a huge helmet.

“You wanna bet?” He laughed.

I laughed back “What are you going to pull it out right here?”

“No.” He said quickly. “I can give you a ride home since you walked here and I’ll show you in the cab of my truck”

“OK” I laughed again. “What will you bet?”

He pulled out $230. “What do you have?”

My mind quickly snapped into focus. Maybe this was my chance to see or touch a big one. I pulled out $13 even though I had more. “I guess this isn’t going to

do it. What will you take in trade?” I said hopingly.

“How about a hand job” He smiled. “I’m pretty horny”.

There it is. My big chance. To touch one and maybe more even though I wasn’t sure if he was joking or not. I quickly answered “Why stop there. How about a

blow job?” With a perfectly straight face.

“Sure” he said but made eye contact with me that was pretty awkward. He seemed to look at me pretty intently for a moment like he was either trying to figure

me out or already had.

Couldn’t let him know I wanted to. Not sure I could live with the fact that I offered to. Maybe, like I said before, if I HAD to. But not like this. Damnit!

I punked out completely “Guess we’ll never know then. There’s no way I’m doing THAT!” Followed with a nervous laugh.

Made eye contact again and he seemed to stare right through me, but the moment passed and the subject was changed.

About 10 minutes later we walked out and got in his 18 wheeler. He asked me if I had ever seen the inside of a cab and insisted on showing me where he

sleeps. There was a small little bed for one the he sat on and leaned up against the wall and turned the interior light on. “What about our bet?” He said and

reached through his fly and pulled out what seemed to be a monster! My mouth gaped open for a minute as it really long. And he was right. Thick, wasn’t the

word. For some reason the meaning of the word Girth popped in my head:

THe measurement around something; bulky.

It was half erect, leaning towards one side.